Aiden and I lock eyes immediately.

“You don’t think . . .” he starts.

“He wouldn’t . . .” Noah adds, all our minds jumping to the beach house when he and Chase had a fistfight.

Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. Chase cannot do this to her.

Not again.

We take off toward the hallway where the stairs are. There were a bunch of chairs stacked up at the base of the stairs to discourage partygoers from going upstairs, but the chair barrier was destroyed, as if someone ripped it open in a hurry.

This is not good.

We file in through the opening and run up the stairs where the music isn’t as loud, and right away we hear yelling coming from Charlotte’s room. When we get there, the door is wide open. Charlotte and Chase are squared off in a yelling match, and Marcus is standing off to the side looking confused and a little concerned.

“You can’t keep barging in on me whenever you feel like it! The door was closed for a reason!” She looks incredibly mad, not even caring that she’s standing there in her bra and jeans.

“The first time was an accident!” Chase defends his actions.

“And this time wasn’t! You need to mind your own damn business and not care about who I hook up with in my own room!”

This is a different side of Charlotte. I don’t know if it’s because she’s been drinking or has just had enough of the double standards, but I don’t think I’ve ever really seen her mad, never mind actually yelling at someone. The last time this happened, she was more timid and let Noah deal with it, but it looks like she’s not backing down this time.

“I can’t do that when you’re prancing around posting videos of you making out with strangers for the whole damn world to see!”

Charlotte scoffs. “Stranger? Marcus is one of Jake’s best friends! And it was just a kiss! Barely even three seconds!”

Marcus shifts his weight from foot to foot. His shirt is on inside out and he’s looking back and forth at the two of them like he can’t decide if he should jump in and defend Charlotte or get the hell out of here.

“Still!” Chase huffs. “You shouldn’t be posting videos like that and you shouldn’t be in your room with this guy! You look like a—”

“Like a what, Chase? Say it,” she challenges, her eyes narrowed in deadly slits.

“Like a slut! You’re acting like a slut!” he fills in, and my jaw drops open.

He. Did. Not.

“Oh, really?” she shouts. “I’m the slut?! Were you not just in the bathroom with Olivia, like, ten minutes ago?”

I look over at Mason, who nods in confirmation.

“That’s different!” Chase defends himself, but Charlotte isn’t having it.

“You’re right. You’re worse. You’re a hypocrite. You hook up with girls left, right, and center. Why is it okay if you do it but if a girl does, she’s a slut? You have no right to say anything. Do you even remember half of their names? I kiss a boy I actually like and I’m the slut?”